Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poem

I stare
At the empty
Space

It rains
Its Dark

The sun stares at me
I look back at it with sadness

But behind these
Bars
I cry

Tally marks on my wall
3,4,5...
298

love
Hate

But I hate Jail
My crime affects me
But now no one else

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